10/26/19
Gray.
What is this about? This gray blob of matter?
In me since birth, destroying me!
The gray nuisance.
The internal asylum.
The torturous, untouchable entity.
Could I remove thee?
Set myself free?
No, because therefore..
I would be deceased.
Your entrapment astounds me.
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